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It is about being naked with ourselves. Period. Done. Finito. End of story.

Here and only here, in the utters depths & pits of our raw awkwardness is where we find all the juicy tools and resources we need. It might hurt. It might be joyous. It might be horrifying. It might be ecstatic. But it is real. And that is what matters, my dear. We need more real, do we not? <3

Becoming myself

Is terribly disappointing sometimes.

Shouldn’t I be louder, wilder, more impressive?

I wish to,

I used to don a mask of all these things.

I tried to sparkle in so many ways that were not true.

But they all burned to the ground in the fury of truth and the harsh fires of reality.